Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.